You were in the bedroom, holding your six-month-old baby against your chest, gently rocking him to calm him down. Your husband, Hillary, stood in the doorway, smiling as he watched you.

He walked over and carefully took the baby from your arms, placing him down on the bed for a moment. The sudden movement made the baby cry, but Hillary wasn’t fazed. Instead, he lay his head on your chest, pretending to pout as he teased the little one.

“It’s Daddy’s turn, kiddo,” he said with a grin.

Your baby wailed louder, and in a moment of protest, tugged at Hillary’s hair with surprising strength.

“Ouch! Mommy’s mine,” Hillary teased, his playful tone hiding the fact that tears were forming in the baby’s eyes.

With a soft laugh, Hillary sat up, scooping the baby into his arms. “Shh, don’t cry. Daddy’s here, sweetheart,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead.

He glanced at you with a warm smile, his love for both of you shining in his eyes.